The voice sings
Of missed trains and lost loves,
Lonely nights and lost lives.
Mellow notes tell a bitter tale,
Familiar,
Too familiar.
I feel the needle scratch
Under my skin.

I take one

Last

Drag

And let it burn away
Until the embers bite my skin.
Drop it in the ashtray,
Already overflowing.
My eyes sting
And I tell myself
The smoke got in my eyes.
The smoke got in my eyes, right?